A/N: Hey guys. Decided to revise this chapter heavily. It didn't sit right with me from the beginning. So, I'm redoing it. Hopefully you'll notice the difference. ^^
Special Thanks: x-Dark Serenity-x, Stepheroth, Devil Grrl, Kit, Angels Exist, Anne, Michelle, Sailor_Sista, Mystic9, Nikitsuki, Clover, ChibiJ, Mae, Lillian, Sailor_Angel, Usa, Ashlee, LS, and Cr. Without the reviews and the support of these wonderful people, I might not have enough sanity to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story idea. Please enjoy.
"Meeting"
Serenity could feel him.
She could feel him in her hair, in her skin, in her wings even. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her that HE was there. He, being that plague that bothered all of mankind. He, that had her looking around corners everytime Motoki ran into a pretty girl at school. He, that made her blood boil and her eyes narrow in anger. Those same silver eyes now scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, glancing over the multitude of teenagers being cheered on by invisible guardians. The multitude of beeps and bloops echoing perfectly in her ears as she searched. And then, thinking that maybe her senses weren't as attuned as she perceived them to be, she saw him.
The bastard was leaning casually against the wall, dark bangs were falling into his eyes and he didn't seem to mind blinking them away from time to time. His arms were crossed lazily and his head was lolling back and forth across the green tile. Only when his head lolled in Serenity's direction did he take notice of her presence.
A wry smirk appeared on his face as he straightened himself against the wall and placed his hands behind his back in a mocking form of a bow. She glared at him then, and leaving Motoki to himself, she made her way over to the dark-haired angel.
"Endymion."
"Serenity."
"Aren't you supposed to be watching that young lady over there?"
He turned his head to see that indeed there was a young lady, frantically moving from table to table picking up dishes, collecting tips, and exchanging tokens for lost quarters. Her red hair was hanging limply from the once perfect ponytail, and her uniform seemed to have gotten the brunt of a small child's falling ice cream sundae. However, it appeared that in the rush of afternoon highschooler's, she had not had time to change into a fresh uniform.
"Nah, Reika's fine."
A silver eyebrow shot up in disbelief and contempt at his flippant response. She certainly didn't look fine, but Serenity was not one to pry into another angel's business. IF something were indeed too much for his charge to handle, he would intervene. However, if he did not then it would be on his head and not her own. That was her philosophy and she was sticking to it. However, she did feel a small amount of pity for the young, stressed, mortal scurrying about in chocolate stained pants.
"You should still help her,"
"Maybe I don't have to," he smirked.
Many people have described feeling a sense of cold dread the moment they sense something horrible is about to happen. Serenity closed her eyes in anticipation of the crash that soon followed. For almost as soon as the words left his mouth, did the young Reika slam into Motoki with her arms overloaded with dishes, which crashed to the floor, some broken and almost all of them covered with dried food and other indistinguishable colours. The two pairs of ever watching eyes took in the mess that stood before them, as Motoki became enveloped in various food substances. Serenity only glared out of the corner of her eye at Endymion and watched Motoki help Reika to her feet.
"I am sooo sorry about this sir. I promise I'll-- oh! ew! Your shirt! Um, hold on!" Reika said, running into the back room.
"No, that's ok. I'm fine..." Motoki's words fell on deaf ears.
The unseen pair behind them watched with mild interest.
"See, my boy's a gentleman,"
"Your boy needs to learn to get out of the way,"
She was back in no less than ten seconds with a rag in her hands and patted at his shirt in a motherly tone, that's embedded into all young women, as she tried to make the multitude of colours disappear from his shirt...the very same shirt, she noticed, that she was wearing sans chocolate. The sudden realisation hit her quite suddenly.
"Are you--are you the new employee?"
"Actually, yes! Yes I am. I'm Motoki Fu--"
"Hi! I'm Reika!" she said, extending her free hand.
"Ooh, she's quick!"
"Ooh, he's SO articulate!"
"Shut up"
Motoki took the extended hand and tentatively gave it a shake.
"I'm really sorry about all this...but it's afternoon shift and the kids just got off from school and I'm REALLY REALLY sorry."
"No, it's ok. I probably should have gotten out of the way anyway,"
They both shared a nervous laugh, as she pointed to the back room so he could get washed up. Heading towards the tiny room, his thoughts turned towards Usagi.
'Maybe I should have stayed home afterall....'he thought.
Turning back to look at the young waitress, he noted that her back was turned to him and she was crouching down amongst the destroyed dishes with an old rag, attempting not to get cut up. He also noted that despite the chocolate stain and the mess that was marring her clothes and face, she was very beautiful.
'Then again....'
A/N: I'm a LOT happier with this one. ^^ Now for chapter four...
Special Thanks: x-Dark Serenity-x, Stepheroth, Devil Grrl, Kit, Angels Exist, Anne, Michelle, Sailor_Sista, Mystic9, Nikitsuki, Clover, ChibiJ, Mae, Lillian, Sailor_Angel, Usa, Ashlee, LS, and Cr. Without the reviews and the support of these wonderful people, I might not have enough sanity to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story idea. Please enjoy.
"Meeting"
Serenity could feel him.
She could feel him in her hair, in her skin, in her wings even. Every fiber of her being was screaming at her that HE was there. He, being that plague that bothered all of mankind. He, that had her looking around corners everytime Motoki ran into a pretty girl at school. He, that made her blood boil and her eyes narrow in anger. Those same silver eyes now scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, glancing over the multitude of teenagers being cheered on by invisible guardians. The multitude of beeps and bloops echoing perfectly in her ears as she searched. And then, thinking that maybe her senses weren't as attuned as she perceived them to be, she saw him.
The bastard was leaning casually against the wall, dark bangs were falling into his eyes and he didn't seem to mind blinking them away from time to time. His arms were crossed lazily and his head was lolling back and forth across the green tile. Only when his head lolled in Serenity's direction did he take notice of her presence.
A wry smirk appeared on his face as he straightened himself against the wall and placed his hands behind his back in a mocking form of a bow. She glared at him then, and leaving Motoki to himself, she made her way over to the dark-haired angel.
"Endymion."
"Serenity."
"Aren't you supposed to be watching that young lady over there?"
He turned his head to see that indeed there was a young lady, frantically moving from table to table picking up dishes, collecting tips, and exchanging tokens for lost quarters. Her red hair was hanging limply from the once perfect ponytail, and her uniform seemed to have gotten the brunt of a small child's falling ice cream sundae. However, it appeared that in the rush of afternoon highschooler's, she had not had time to change into a fresh uniform.
"Nah, Reika's fine."
A silver eyebrow shot up in disbelief and contempt at his flippant response. She certainly didn't look fine, but Serenity was not one to pry into another angel's business. IF something were indeed too much for his charge to handle, he would intervene. However, if he did not then it would be on his head and not her own. That was her philosophy and she was sticking to it. However, she did feel a small amount of pity for the young, stressed, mortal scurrying about in chocolate stained pants.
"You should still help her,"
"Maybe I don't have to," he smirked.
Many people have described feeling a sense of cold dread the moment they sense something horrible is about to happen. Serenity closed her eyes in anticipation of the crash that soon followed. For almost as soon as the words left his mouth, did the young Reika slam into Motoki with her arms overloaded with dishes, which crashed to the floor, some broken and almost all of them covered with dried food and other indistinguishable colours. The two pairs of ever watching eyes took in the mess that stood before them, as Motoki became enveloped in various food substances. Serenity only glared out of the corner of her eye at Endymion and watched Motoki help Reika to her feet.
"I am sooo sorry about this sir. I promise I'll-- oh! ew! Your shirt! Um, hold on!" Reika said, running into the back room.
"No, that's ok. I'm fine..." Motoki's words fell on deaf ears.
The unseen pair behind them watched with mild interest.
"See, my boy's a gentleman,"
"Your boy needs to learn to get out of the way,"
She was back in no less than ten seconds with a rag in her hands and patted at his shirt in a motherly tone, that's embedded into all young women, as she tried to make the multitude of colours disappear from his shirt...the very same shirt, she noticed, that she was wearing sans chocolate. The sudden realisation hit her quite suddenly.
"Are you--are you the new employee?"
"Actually, yes! Yes I am. I'm Motoki Fu--"
"Hi! I'm Reika!" she said, extending her free hand.
"Ooh, she's quick!"
"Ooh, he's SO articulate!"
"Shut up"
Motoki took the extended hand and tentatively gave it a shake.
"I'm really sorry about all this...but it's afternoon shift and the kids just got off from school and I'm REALLY REALLY sorry."
"No, it's ok. I probably should have gotten out of the way anyway,"
They both shared a nervous laugh, as she pointed to the back room so he could get washed up. Heading towards the tiny room, his thoughts turned towards Usagi.
'Maybe I should have stayed home afterall....'he thought.
Turning back to look at the young waitress, he noted that her back was turned to him and she was crouching down amongst the destroyed dishes with an old rag, attempting not to get cut up. He also noted that despite the chocolate stain and the mess that was marring her clothes and face, she was very beautiful.
'Then again....'
A/N: I'm a LOT happier with this one. ^^ Now for chapter four...